i Started a joke ...

Three years of focusing on one thing... getting the iStart2 movement off the ground...

Reminds me of a song I often listened to back in the seventies...

I started a joke
which started the whole world crying
But I didn't see
that the joke was on me, oh no

I started to cry
which started the whole world laughing
Oh if I'd only seen
that the joke was on me
(Beegees)

3 years in 12 and a half minutes ...

Sound of silence

Doris: I'm unhappy.
George Valentin: So are millions of us.

( From the movie: The Artist)

Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence

How many are silenced, because in order to get to their art they would have to scream? (Ann Clark)

In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
'Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence

Soon silence will have passed into legend. Man has turned his back on silence. Day after day he invents machines and devices that increase noise and distract humanity from the essence of life, contemplation, meditation. (Hans Jean Arp)

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking

 
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence

Real action is in silent moments. (Ralph Waldo Emerson)

"Fools", said I, "You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you"
But my words, like silent raindrops fell
And echoed
In the wells of silence

Create, artist, do not talk. (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe)

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said, "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls"
And whispered in the sounds of silence

 

Shut Up and Play your Guitar. (Frank Zappa)